Oh well I don't need them

She was the reason I stayed alive

I had her she seemed to be listening

but she wasn't

We laughed and talked but she wasn't listening

More people are important to her but not me

She doesn't understand

The tears she has made me cry

the way she had made me give up

My dreams faded

I just wanted her to listen

She lied to me

She despises me

and claims i'm lying to my self

I don't know any more
and the knife the feeling of the knife pressing against my skin  

To kick the chair

To swallow down a months worth of my ocd pills

I have no one

why am I here

I was a happy child

I laughed and shoved carrot cake in my face

I don't like carrot cake anymore

I was fast child

I am not fast anymore

I was a child at flight

I have broken wings now

I was an at home child

closed spaces hurt me now

I was a smiling child

I am frowning now

But I have hope

This poem is for child ****** abuse survivors or other childhood trauma survivors

I was a ****** abuse survivor if past traumatic events seem to be rushing in lately message me

I lost most happiness when I was only four I am getting through it though
Comment if you like please trend this poem to help other people thanks!

Take me home With lovely streams of water and no tears

Take me home where greenery over populates the land

Take me home where a swing hangs from a tree

Take me home where the sun light always cuts through the towering trees

Take me home where clouds are like water color

Take me home where vines grow up ever wall of brick

Take me home where there is no pain

Take me home where there is days of thunder and rolling clouds

Take me home because I can use these tools

To make me a better person

Take me home

The struggles of being trapped indoors engulf us

Brings out the anger trapped within us

We are nothing but trapped

Our steps is the only place

We can converse, we can be a little more free

Leaning against the rail

Laughing

But I'm always happy when I leave the steps

I don't understand this feeling

Oh but what a horrifying past I still suffer

Let me die

I've loved music since I was young

but I've never heard this before

and now that I found it

I feel almost complete

though the views are only in the 10,000

I feel more happy than ever letting it move me

Insomniac music is a passion

It makes my days a little brighter

Thank you vocastep

I am heliocentric and you are the sun.

I think of you all the time until I believe we are one.

I love your flaming hair,

your chocolate brown eyes.

I love how they shine when you look at the sky but even without they still are so bright.

Your eyes are the sun and I am heliocentric.

can I gaze in them for forever until I'm blinded?

She presses her finger against her glasses.

Sight through only one eye but it's no disadvantage.

For I am her other eye

She is my other mind.

My Spanish sister we take adventures

her and I

Our long walks.

We ride our long boards through the neighborhood.

Fantasize about are wild trip to Mexico

Hermosillo sounds amazing.

Especially with you.

For together we are not afraid.

You are my companion.

My only fellow pluviophile.

We venture through the woods.

Pretend to be mermaids as we swim through the stream.

Such slow strokes we make in the chilled water.

but dude if a ****** comes by,

it's been good knowing you...
just kidding

I love you dude

I can't live up to the expectations of life. Why can't I just ride away from home, live on my own. It sounds so easy doesn't it? I don't run though, I don't ride. I stay, frustrated, tired, worried. I stay, and I don't belong here. I can feel it all through me. It clenches me, makes me twitch. It makes my neck soar. My spine pushes against the skin on my back. I'm still here. I cry, I kick, I scream. Still here. I will wait till the moment comes to ride away. From all the worries and fears of home

I soar through the streets slicing the pavement with my own four wheels. The wind is strong, my own thunder, all mine. As I cascade to my happy place puddles glow in front of me like shining glass. The clouds, the horizon a peachy color more powerful than ever, and when I get to my happy place I ride, I ride like a knight in armor into the sunset forgetting what could happen next, forgetting all my worries. The time. The work, is all behind me, I am more powerful than these things at this moment. I am in a dream, it's all my own, all mine.

Long boarding at sunset

I will be broken
alone

failing

alone

falling

alone

dying

alone

but when he finds me...
he won't